Page 88 of Easy Out

“What were you talking about, brujita?” Hart asks directly in my ear so no one else can hear. He nips my skin and goosebumps break out over my flesh.

“Oh, nothing.” I blush thinking of all the lewd images I have of Hart etched into my memory. I don’t need any photos on my phone either. I have the real thing. Hart runs his thumb over my eyebrow.

“Your skin is so pretty when it’s pink like this. Are you thinking of me right now? Tell me.”

“Yes. I’m always thinking about you.” It’s the truth.

“I think about you all the time too.” Hart has been so patient with me. I don’t know what we’re waiting for exactly. I know we both want to rip each other’s clothes off when we’re alone. Yet instead, every night we fool around for a little bit and then he holds me until we fall asleep.

Maybe he senses my hesitancy? Because as hard as I’m falling for Hart, I also know that sleeping together will change everything. We’ve both waited too long for it not to feel like a big deal.

I glance over at our friends. They are busy talking about plans for the weekend. “Everyone is excited about going to The Armory this weekend. And wearing costumes.” Hart scrunches up his face in disgust. “Are you going to come with me? You can wear whatever you want.”

“Sí. I go where you go, cariño. What are you going to wear?" His eyes drift over the loose t-shirt, jacket, and jeans I’m currently wearing.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I slide a hand up his thigh and edge dangerous close to his crotch teasing him. “I have no idea, but knowing Syd she won’t let me leave the house in anything less than sexy.”

“Mierda. Un toque y me tienes más duro que una piedra." Hart nuzzles my neck. “You would look sexy in a potato sack, brujita.“ Everyone continues to talk around us, but all that fades when I have Hart’s full attention.

He hasn’t taken his eyes off me since he sat down. A building could catch fire or zombies could invade the quad and Hart would still be looking at me.

“I don’t know about that. Sexy really isn’t my thing.” Hart scoffs. “What? I’m serious. Need I remind you what I wore the last time you saw me at a club?”

“Oh, I remember.” The scruff on his cheek feels so good against my skin. I’m sure to everyone else we look like a couple whispering sweetly to each other. I know this is the only way Hart feels comfortable talking to me in public.

“You were hot as fuck in that oversized shirt. You didn’t show an inch of skin. But when you danced, I could imagine running my hands over all your curves you were hiding.” His hand skates across my torso under my shirt sending shivers down my spine. “You looked muy sexy." I blush at his words.

“You didn’t think that.”

“Are you calling me a liar, cariño? I’m good at hiding what I’m thinking. I have years of experience of keeping my thoughts to myself.”

I shrug. “I know you’re not a liar. I just didn’t think you really noticed me like that. You looked like you didn’t even want to stand next to me.” Hart bites down on his bottom lip and his nostrils flare.

He pinches my chin with his thumb and pointer finger, forcing me to look at him. “If you had asked me that night, I would have denied it. But I wanted you. You don’t want to know all the dirty thoughts I had of you that night.” Hart kisses me softly then drops his hand and places it on my back.

“I denied it too when Syd asked me.” Hart’s sleeves are pushed up over his forearm leaving me enough room to trace my finger over his bleeding heart tattoo on his right arm. “She asked me if I was attracted to anyone in the group. I should have said Koa just to mess with her.”

“The fuck you should have,” he snarls. “You will never call that ugly asshole hot.”

“You’re ridiculous. He’s your best friend.”

“I don’t care. I’m dead serious.” His hand grips my hip.

“Hart,” I whisper in his ear. I don’t think anyone is paying attention to us, but what I’m about to say is for his ears only. “You are the only man I’m attracted to. The only man who turns me on. The only man who makes me wet and needy.” I nip his ear and kiss his neck.

Hart threads his fingers through my hair and jerks my head to face him. “Vas a pagar por eso,“ he says before slamming his lips on mine.

My hand searches for something to hold onto and ends up gripping the front of his shirt. I’ve barely caught up to what’s going on when he breaks our kiss.

Hart pretends to be interested in the conversation happening across the table while I’m struggling to pull air back into my lungs. “You should eat your brownie, brujita,” Hart suggests with a grin.

I breathe a heavy sigh and annoyingly pull the brownie out of the bag, making Hart laugh. “We’ll see who’s laughing last,” I mumble under my breath. I pinch off a piece of the brownie and place it in my mouth.

As seductively as I can I suck the leftover icing off my thumb.

At least I hope I look sexy.

I’ve never tried being coy or flirty like this before.

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